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| "Lowcountry Morning" by Carol Ann Curran |
Slowly, she unraveled each word of the sentence:
"'There are some who can live without wild things and some who cannot.'"
"Oh," she said. wild "Oh."
"You can read, Kya. There will never be a time again when you can't read."
"It ain't just that." She spoke almost in a whisper. "I wadn't aware that words could hold so much. I didn't know a sentence could be so full."
He smiled. "That's a very good sentence. Not all words hold that much."
~Delia Owens
Where the Crawdads Sing
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